Sleepless Night

My pillow sings the blues of a night spent unused as sleep, my fickle companion, impolitely refused Not a crease mars the linen nor a dream’s birth was given The sleepless night was spent with a book, its binder bent Pages read and explored in a tale without reward As love found no blending in a story of war unbending another thief in the night an ending that wasn’t right The light of morning’s arrival finds for me, no revival Oh sleep, my wretched friend bid me now no denial ©Debra Squyres 2013